Page 69 of Don't You Pucking Dare

"I don’t think I can," I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

"Oh, I’m sorry. Do you need an audience? Should I wake Brody up?" He leans up. "Hey, Brody!"

I stare at him. "Don’t you fucking dare. Keep your voice down! Are you fucking insane?"

He smiles, putting the vibration against my clit. I don’t refuse because it feels fucking amazing. My toes start to curl and I’m about to scream. Suddenly, it’s too much. Heat pools in my toes and it’s like a heat flash. It takes over my foot and now it’s crawling up my legs.

"Jack," I cry out, trying to stop the vibrator, but he holds it there. "Jack! It’s too fucking much." My voice is so high-pitched that I don’t sound like myself. And why are my hips rocking on his dick.

That gives him the permission he needs to start fucking me like a goddamn rabbit again. And he keeps it on my clit, pressing harder as I try to get it off.

With his dick pounding against me, and the force of the highest vibration, I can’t even help the sounds leaving my throat. This gut-wrenching orgasm that’s about to unleash is the biggest mountain I’ve ever climbed. And I can’t believe it’s on Jack’s dick. I guess this is what happens when I’m a bad girl. A very very bad girl.

"You fucking love this, slut. Fuck, you’re getting so wet." He leans in and whispers in my ear, "Fuck yeah. Wet just for me like the fucking whore you are."

The whore that I am.

My body releases as he fucks me harder and harder. The climax is too fucking much. I’ve never soared this high before. The idea that I shouldn’t be here was enough to get me off. Not only am I crying real tears, but my body betrays me by releasing my orgasm on his cock. Jack approves with the grunt of his voice and fills me with cum. It feels like a cup of liquid just left my pussy and thanked him generously for the good time. His grip onthe vibrator finally wavers, and I throw it at the head of the bed where he can’t grab it.

He pulls out and laughs. "You always throw it after you come."

I sit down in the soaking bed. He grabs me by my legs and pulls me to him near the edge of the bed. I watch him carefully, wondering what the hell he’s doing. He leans down and licks my juice off my inner thigh.

"Jack," I warn.

He looks up at me and then stands, reaching for his clothes. "I told you… I wanted a taste of the Duchess."

"And what do you think?" I can’t stop my fucking words before they tumble out. Why the hell would I ask that? Subconsciously looking for his goddamn approval like the slut I am. I lean back, owning my words because it’s too late to take them back.

He buttons his jeans and leans in, stealing a glance at my pussy and says, "I’ve had better."

I stand up to hit him, but he catches my wrist and shakes his head. "Are you jealous, Duchess?"

I shake my head, pulling my hand back. "The only one jealous here is you, Jack. Now that you’ve had your taste, you won’t ever have it again."

His eyes stare into mine. "We’ll see about that."

And on that note, he picks up my shorts and throws them at me. I put them on and then he opens his door, asking me to leave. Embarrassed by the wet spot, I gladly walk to the door. Right before I step out, I look down the hall and say, "If you tell anyone about this, I’ll slit your throat in your sleep."

He laughs. "Don’t worry, Duchess. Secrets safe with me."

I walk out and he closes the door so fast behind me that it pisses me off. I didn’t expect romance, but he’s just as selfish as I thought.

I run into the bathroom and take another scorching hot shower. As the water streams down my body, my mind is still not thinking straight. I can’t believe I just fucked Jack.

Chapter 30

I’m dreaming.

I’m dreaming that Brody’s dick is down my throat, restricting my airway, and Jack’s devilish tongue is licking me like I’m a fucking goddess.

When I wake up, only one of those things is true. I glance at the head between my legs and grab his head of hair, inhaling at the ecstasy. Brody glances up at me with a smile.

"Good morning, Duchess."

Oh, fuck. My head falls back on my pillow as I ride his face. His tongue is faster, feels better than you-know-who. He starts to finger me, and it makes me ache so deeply for his dick that I start begging for it.

"Just… just fuck me already," I moan. I need his big dick to fill me right now.

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